...Mom...Freia...Daisy turned her head suddenly, trying to rush home against the crowd.

However, she was stopped, she was caught by the teachers and forced to go to the church.

Daisy struggled hard and shouted heart-wrenchingly:

"Mom! Flaia!"

"Mom! Flaia!"

...

In the East District, in the docks, and in the factory, those who are old or have hidden diseases fall down one after another like cut down trees. The people who come into contact with them at this time are infected with plague and die quickly. The healthy adults and children also feel slight discomfort.

In their eyes, the mist that was mixed with yellow and iron and black was like the descending "God of Death".

On Tuesday of the last week of 1349, Bakerland was smog.

383

"It was fulfilled by the king's approval, the witch..."

“…man-made disasters with unknown purpose.”

The decayed king stood in the hidden place of the street, raised his head to distinguish the sun behind the black and yellow fog, and felt that his spirituality became more and more active in this environment and had reached the level of the true God. If He had not sealed himself strictly, the entire East District would have reacted chemically under the mixture of poisonous fog and decayed spirituality, and would have long become a lifeless death land, just because His arrival was a proof of the impending demise here.

"The originally expected death toll was about 200,000, but it was hit by Yuanbao and reduced to about 70,000..."

He was silent for a moment and suddenly sighed.

"Don't cry to me anymore, humans, I will not save you."

"Your God has promised salvation, your kings and God will slaughter you, go and cry to them."

At this time, a low cough came from the relatively thin mist in the distance. A girl bent, covered her mouth and nose with thick fabric, and groped forward with the wall.

The fabric she used to cover her mouth and nose was strong and wet, and it seemed that she used fire response methods. In addition, she bent down, which slightly reduced the poisonous fog she inhaled to a certain extent, so she could survive until now.

But the poisonous fog is not an ordinary fog that can be blocked in this way, but the witch's spirituality. The Decayed King looked at her, as if he saw a countdown on her head that was about to end in a few hundred seconds.

While coughing, she walked forward with her feet floating on her feet. She soon noticed that there was a person standing two meters away. The man looked at her quietly, without taking any protection or leaving. She felt a sense of distress in her heart, and her thoughts of asking for help immediately disappeared.

"You are in pain and still scared."

But when the girl passed by him, the young man suddenly spoke:

"Even if you survive, the poisonous fog this time will cause irreversible damage to your respiratory tract, brain and lungs that are incurable at your economic level. You will not live forty years, and breathing will become a torture for the next twenty years."

"Do you want to die now?"

The girl was frightened, so she quickly moved a few steps to the side. The young man's figure was immediately covered by the fog, faintly covered.

"Are you...are you... a messenger of God?"

The youth replied: "No."

"I...I'm still, cough cough, I want to survive." The girl coughed and finished a sentence with difficulty. The voice came from behind the thick fabric, stuffy and weak. "I'm sick, sir, may I ask you, cough cough... do you know where there is a charity hospital nearby?"

The young man stretched out his hand and pointed: "Walk there. Walk through this street, turn a corner, and walk another five hundred meters to see a clinic."

The girl thanked her and continued to walk forward swaying with the wall.

The King of Decline watched the countdown gradually fade away, and his jumps decreased in seconds. After walking more than ten meters, he was only half left. When he turned the corner, it returned to zero.

There was another noisy cry in His ear.

These weak and dead lives were naturally attracted.

"Soulless pain and torture."

The declining king withdrew his gaze, stood in the mist, looking ahead, and said gently in words without any emotion:

“—I curse.”

"I curse the humans on this land. You are so sad that your innate shackles stop moving forward that I cannot bear to blame you. Perhaps you should not regard yourself as human beings, and will exist only as domestic animals in the future. You will be sacrificed, sacrificed, slaughtered at will, and no one will pay attention to your pain and sorrow."

"I curse the gods who acquiesced to this matter. You could have directly declared that you were raising human beings for yourself, but you insisted on taking the credit of the Creator and putting yourself on the cloak of justice. Your rebellion will surely become a sign of God's disconnection from others. You will be hated, rejected, contempt, and not respected by mankind, so that you will go to your own end."

Then, He paused and spoke solemnly:

“After all this is over, I will bless you, and may you be reborn in a future without God.”

"The above is the verdict of the "Death Sign"!"

A word fell and weighed more than a thousand pounds.

The curse merges with spirituality, the branches of possibility are built, and the sign of death spreads silently across this land, about to be connected to the fate of all things in the Northern Continent.

At the same time, since his person only floats at the height of the True God at this time, the True Gods on Earth can feel this huge curse - but as long as the curse is completed, there are some ways for those guys to deal with it.

Just as the curse was about to be completed, the decaying king suddenly stopped the process. He turned his head and looked in a certain direction in the distance.

The trend of fate has changed again.

TBC

—————
Chapter completed!